Yesterday I wrote about my journey, my marathon and how/where I am. But you know what? It's not really about me. This is what it's about. Those sweet faces are the faces of warriors. They have been through a lot and are still loving, kind, and cheerful 99% of the time. What about the other 1%, you say? Funny you should ask. Saturday, I had a 14 year old crying about not being able to go to a school dance... and by crying, I mean, crying. While I was mopping the kitchen floor and trying to reason with him, my daughter came into the kitchen soaking wet. My first thought: I just mopped that spot! My second thought: "Why are you wet?" She informed me that she was wet from chasing after Big Brother down the street. And it was raining. I looked out the window astonished. Why yes, it is raining , I thought, and when it rains it pours, apparently.
"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye." -Antoine Saint-Exupéry